Chapter 42
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I felt nervous as hell walking down the aisle of the bleachers alone, butterflies racing in my stomach. I scanned the supporters, hoping to find at least one familiar face to cling to. I make my way down to the front row, frowning slightly as I check the score 14 minutes in, and the score was still zero all. I didn’t know much about football, but I knew that probably wasn’t good. I look around, scanning the numbers in the blue jerseys, only recognising three. 19# was Asher, three # my brother and....where was. I finally spot #30 Loki. I couldn’t see his face, the helmet obstructing my view, but I didn’t need to know he was watching me. I blush, looking everywhere but at him.
I sink down onto my seat reserved for family and friends of The Black Wing, where no dough Karen usually sat with her husband. It was right by the cheerleader, and I was thankful to see Alisa among them.
The commentator voice booming through the stadium, “Black Wing need to up their game if they want any chance of taking the Vipers out of running for champion this season. Loki Morganstar star Runner-back for the Black Wing needs to start getting into this game,” The commentator advises. Dick.
I wrap my arms around my shivering body, cursing myself for forgetting my leather jacket in the car. As I watched the game, I had close to zero understanding of what was going on, having never taken an interest in the sport in my whole dam life. From what I could gather, the black Wing wanted to take the ball to the other side of the field while the vipers were trying to stop them. I didn’t quite understand the rules, positions or purpose. But somehow found myself enjoying the game nonetheless. It did help that the men were dressed in very snug trousers and bent over a lot giving me a good view of their arses. The helmet and shoulder thing was also pretty sensual. I loved a man in a uniform.
Alisa appeared in front of me, grinning from ear to ear. “Loki asked me to give you this”, She beamed, tossing me Loki’s football jacket. His name and number were stamped on the back—the team logo on the breast pocket. But, of course, Alisa had on Adam’s as she did most of the time at school anyway.
“Oh no!” I protested, pushing it back at her. She laughed, throwing it at me.
“Just wear the dam this!” She giggled, winking at me before turning away. I tried to hide the blush that stained my cheek, but it was no use. Everyone around me had seen. Reluctantly I pulled the jacket on, it was warm, and his scent radiated from the material. I felt embarrassed having Loki’s brand on me like I was his property or something. But at the same time, it was also making me feel pretty hot. He had chosen me to be his girl. I just hopped Asher hadn’t seen, if only to lessen my guilt. I put my hands in the pocket, finding two things a packet of smokes and a folded up piece of paper. I pull it. The same handwriting from this morning was scrawled over the page.
Baby Girl,
Thank you for showing up; it means a lot to me to have you here.
Wear my jacket. I want all the other guys to know your mine.
See you after the game.
P.S. I’m taking you home with me.
Satan Xxx
I blushed as I read his note, biting on my bottom lip. He was a cocky, possessive bastard. He wasn’t asking; he was telling me. Yet I liked it. I press my thighs together, my core suddenly hot. Loki was taking me home tonight, and he didn’t mean just dropping me off. He was going to take me and make me his. The idea was frilling.
I shook my head, focusing back on the game. I looked up just in time to watch Loki catching the ball. He slipped through the Vipers with ease as if they were nothing. Then started running like hell. He was fast, seriously fast. One of the Vipers starts coming at him from the opposite direction #5; the guy lurches himself at Loki. But before they can collide, Loki ducks down low. The guy flying past him. Then Loki was running again.
“Touchdown! For the Black Wing!” The commentator announces. The crowd around me jump to their feet, clapping and cheering. I join in, grinning from ear to ear. I watch as Loki celebrates with a backflip, slamming the ball down hard. Wow.
The game pushed on, the Vipers trying and failing to get any points going into the second half. While the Black Wing took the lead with ten. The atmosphere on our side of the field was filled with excitement, disbelieve and pride. We were bringing a strong game, the first game in the season, and it looked like we might just bring it home. For the first time in the club’s history, we could be champaigns ageist the Vipers. I was really starting to get into it; no wonder so many people watched. Loki kept bringing the point’s home, moving with elegance and grace, the fastest man on the field. With three minutes left to go, the game was standing at twenty Black Wing to three Red Vipers. We had this. It was coming home. There was no way they could bring this back, right?
The first drops of rain started to fall down. Giving the vipers the upper hand, the game finishing with twenty to ten.
“Black Wing win!” The commentator announces. A loud cheer erupted as the crowd raced onto the pitch. I lost sight of Loki as thunder crackled overhead. Soon the rain was pouring down thick and fast. Squeals and shouts could be heard from all around the stadium as people rushed for cover. The rain was drenching me, though, in a matter of seconds, making me shiver—my breath steaming in front of my face.
I didn’t wait for Loki as I rushed out of the stadium. I ran toward my car, my keys ratting as I tried to unlock it. I drop them. Shit. I bend down to pick them up. Fumbling to try and get the key in the lock. My heart was beating a mile a minute, the rain falling down so fast I could barely see.
A hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me backwards and pinning me ageist the car. I gasp. Blinking several times, trying to make out who it was through the onslaught of rain. Black eyes bore into mine. It shouldn’t have been possible for him to get here this fast and yet. Here he was. Water dripped down Loki face, his hair. His football jersey soaked, though, the white fabric transparent, revealing every detail of his toned body underneath. Loki pressed closer into me, His member pushing hard ageist my thigh. His body was impossibly hot ageist my own freezing skin—a predatory look in those black eyes. I felt naked under that gaze. I press my thighs together, my core throbbing with need.
“You wore my jacket,” Loki observed, his fingers running down the fabric. If he noticed the rain, it didn’t seem to bother him. Instead, his eyes lock on my lips, his face leaning down to mine. The freezing rain was like a constant assault on my scenes.
“Loki,” I breathe, his name both pea and a question. Like I was asking for something, but I didn’t know what. “If I kiss you now, I’m not going to stop,” he declares, his voice deep and husky. Loki pulls back, causing a whimper to rip out of me at the loss of contact.
“Come on,” he instructs, grasping the keys from me and unlocks the door. He guides me into the passenger seat, closing the door behind me. Then goes round the hood, getting into the driving side. He wasting no time before pulling away from the stadium.
Loki drove like a boy racer, one hand on the steering wheel the other leaning on the door frame. Driving way over the speed limit. There was something impossibly sexy about how at ease he seemed behind the wheel. Like he had been driving his whole life and could have easily done so blindfolded. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. His tattooed bicep, flexing and shifting as he drove. His floppy wet black hair. And those eyes...I wanted to jump him right here. Right now. He glanced at me, quickly looking away, sucking in a deep breath.
“If you keep looking at me like that, we are not going to make it home,” Loki warned, his voice a bedroom curses.
“Then you better drive faster,” I counter, my eyes roaming over his body. The car lurched forward, Loki pushing my little car three times over the speed limit. I smiled mischievously to myself, letting my hand rest on his upper thigh. Loki shifting in his seat, a low growl leaving his lips. I leaned my head to the side, biting my lower lip as I let my fingers wander lazily over his leg. He switched hands on the wheel, his hand covering mine stopping it from moving. I look up at him fluttering my lashes innocently. Loki exhales a shaky breath. “You’re a fucking tease,” he groans. I smirk, shaking my head no, the perfect picture of innocents.
Suddenly the car pulling into my drive. I had been so focused on Loki I hadn’t notice how close we were to home. Quickly I step out, heading toward my house, but before I could take two steps, Loki appears in front of me, blocking my path. “Can I help you?” I ask, a playful smile tugging at my lips.
“I told you already, you’re coming home with me,” Loki declared, his eyes daring me to challenge him. I couldn’t help myself; I wanted to deny him. But, only to piss him off, I wanted him to do his worst.
I smile, stepping around him. I didn’t get far.
In one swift move, he had my feet off the ground, my back pressed to his chest as he carried me toward the Morganstars house. I squeal, struggling in his arms. But it did nothing to dislodge him. Loki managed to unlock the front door without setting me down, closing it behind us with his foot, the lock clicking shut behind us.
Then I was being pressed ageist the front door, my feet touch the ground once more. Loki’s breathing was coming hard and fast, his eyes locked on my lips. I let my hands grasping the fabric of his wet jersey. My eyes were slowly trailing up to meet his. “You’re all wet,” I remark, my voice like melted butter. I let my fingertips trail over his chest, exploring every detail through the thin fabric.
“So is your dress,” He breathed, his fingers trailing up to the neckline. His nose brushing mine. “You should probably take it off.”
“Are you trying to get me naked, Morgan?” I tease, letting my lips graze his cheek.
“Trying being the optimal word,” He smirks, cupping my face. Before I could reply, his lips caught mine like a spark to gas. My fingers grasping at his jersey, kiss him back with burning hunger. His hands were peeling off my wet jacket, letting it fall in a heap at our feet.
